One hour in the street!
Patrick Lafortune makes use of the street in front of his house to organise almost daily games of street hockey. Kids converge there instinctively after school, hockey sticks in hand. Sometimes parents join in too.
I thought it was a remarkable project, and when Patrick said to me “you have to come photograph this,” I didn’t hesitate.
For 25 years now, I’ve lived from my photography work. But in those 25 years I’ve also been involved in a number of photo projects outside of work. This is one of them. This kind of spontaneous documentary photography is an approach that has become increasingly rare. These days we see more and more photo shoots that are “staged,” or carefully arranged beforehand– images that purport to be scenes of daily life but really aren’t at all, that falsely represent real life. Historically, though, documentary photography was a cornerstone of the art. You only have to dig a little into the history of photography to find names like Henri-Cartier Bresson and Robert Doisneau, and understand how present this kind of photography was, and how much it was prized.
This photographic work represents less than an hour in the life a neighborhood. Less than an hour in which joy, pride, solidarity, and the drive for excellence take over the street. A moment worthy of being photographed.